The tension was heightened. I could read all the facial expressions in the room. The throne was vacant and a king was needed in the Turner's palace or should I call it a mansion. " We all know the boy is entitled to everything his father left behind if he is indeed a Turner." a voice said from behind. I turned slightly to meet the sharp gaze of a man with piercing blue eyes. I would have called him a vampire if he was having long nails. " Really? Fuck off Bernard!" Markus said throwing his hands in the air. His eyebrows arched from anger. " I still don't get it. This is not some legacy which is passed down from father to child. We all know Gerald was never a saint when it comes to power. He bled for it. Anyone who wants to rule should do the same too." Victor said adjusting himself on his seat. It was true, I don't need to be told the king of the family I was having. They all ooze of power and I could see the hierarchy in the family. Helena was more of a big mind. My eyes went

"Let it go, Elias. He is only a child!" Helena said with anger. Her face darted between I and Elias. "Stop! Both of you. This is supposed to be a reunion from us all and not some fighting arena. "You are going to apologize to your father's brother this instance, Eli, and you are going to tell him you don't mean any of what you have just said." she said with her gaze fixed on me. "Apologize? You have been the only one who has shown me kindness ever since I got there. The rest had been after my head. Do you think I don't see that? I am not a child anymore! I think I know what I want, and I am here to take it. If he wants to fight me, then I will fight every last one of them." I said fiercely. "I like you, boy!" Elias's face lit up with a smirk. "It will be my pleasure sending you to the underworld where you belong." Helena moved away from the middle as we were about to clash. We stopped when we heard a gentle tap on the floor. I and Elais both turned back to see who it

Silence. That was what happened next. I didn’t hear a sound nor a word. I slowly walked out of the corner of my room. My armpit was damp with sweat and my eyebrows etched a bit. “Who is there?” I let out gently. My hand gripping the baton I held so tightly that it might break under my tough masculine touch. My jawline was a little out of place and my breath was shallow. The florescent above me fluctuates gently before they go out. [Ah!] I shouted frightened. My gaze darting back and forth. “Show yourself you coward!” A ball of lightning came out of nowhere before I knew what was happening. The lightning brushed past me, hitting the wall picture of my grandmother and me on the wall. The picture fell and the frame broke loudly. I stopped, my eyes filled with tears as I ran towards the frame to picture it up. I tried to look around but still I couldn’t see who wanted to attack me. I clenched my teeth in anger as I got back up. A shadow moved fast past me, sending a cold shiver d

I still don't know Blair's drift in all of this, but I knew she was into me. Unlike Layla and Cassie, who discarded me the moment they got what they wanted. Maybe Blair was dragging me along until she found what she needed too. But I need to act fast and smart. The kiss wasn’t supposed to last that long. At least, not for me. Blair tasted of something expensive, fruity, and slightly toxic—like champagne mixed with venom. She pressed her lips harder against mine, desperate and hungry, as though she was afraid I might vanish into thin air if she let go.I didn’t push her away. I also didn’t exactly pull her closer. I just stood there, letting her kiss me. My hand on her waist felt more like a dead weight than passion. Somewhere at the back of my mind, Celeste’s angry voice echoed in my mind.I was not sure where she went, but a part of me wished we hadn't had that fight.When Blair finally pulled back, her eyes glistened. “I knew it,” she whispered, her grin triumphant. “I knew you’

The men moved like fast—calm, calculated, each step smart. The crowd seemed to part unconsciously, as though they were dancing to the music.The bass was still beating so loud that they didn't know the turmoil the danger that was lurking around the club house. Blair’s nails dug deeper into my hand, sharp crescents biting my skin. Her emerald eyes were locked on me, shimmering with both fear and defiance. “Eli…” she whispered again, but this time it wasn’t just fear in her tone—it was a plea.I didn’t answer her. My attention stayed on the men.I knew they were here for me. All I needed was to let her go. I grabbed Blair's hand and looked at her. " This is none of your business. They are not here for you but me. So, when I tell you to run, you run."Blair looked at me grabbing my hand firmly," I am not leaving you." For a moment, I felt touched. Maybe she truly cared about me. But was there something she was not telling me?I know now was not the time to decipher that. There will be